A little garden on a bleak hillsideWhere deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snowLies far into the spring. The sun's pale glowIs scarcely able to me...
Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating allThe little lesser hills which compass thee,Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy,Yet holding Winter...
Goaded and harassed in the factoryThat tears our life up into bits of daysTicked off upon a clock which never stays,Shredding our portion of Eternity,...
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floorFrom some unshuttered casement, hid from sight,The level sunshine slants, its greater lightQuenching...
Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age,When hours were long and days sufficed to holdWide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolledBy shortening moments...
Blue through the window burns the twilight;Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind.Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light,Wet, black br...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane,A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass,Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleetAcross uneven pav...
Thou father of the children of my brainBy thee engendered in my willing heart,How can I thank thee for this gift of artPoured out so lavishly, and not...
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhymeHad force to rise from apathy,And shaking off its lethargyRing word-tones like a Christmas chime.But in my soul's...
You came to me bearing bright roses,Red like the wine of your heart;You twisted them into a garlandTo set me aside from the mart.Red roses to crown me...